Everest's Guardian Hubby Watched Me Freeze My Ghost Knows Where He'll Burn novel Chapter 49

Chapter 8

That evening, Aunt Annie invited me out for dinner, a welcome distraction from the heaviness that had settled over me. The city we were in was one of Africa’s more advanced urban centers—its skyline sparkled with towering glass buildings, and the streets buzzed with life and energy, a stark contrast to the quiet turmoil I felt inside.

For ten long years, Sean had spun dreams for me, tracing his finger over a world map and promising adventures that never came to be. He spoke of Iceland’s ethereal Northern Lights, of feeding pigeons in the romantic streets of Paris, and of thrilling safaris across Kenya’s vast wilderness. But none of those journeys ever happened.

Now, without him, I wasn’t allowed to travel anywhere alone. Reflecting on it all, I realized that at best, I had been his mistress—an unacknowledged shadow in his life. At worst, I was just a sugar baby, kept close and dependent, lost in a world that wasn’t really mine. A bitter laugh escaped me, the sting of those labels far from flattering.

Meanwhile, Sean sat staring at his phone, eyes fixed on a message, before finally exhaling a long breath of relief. The tension that had weighed on him all day seemed to dissolve in that moment.

*She’s still angry. That’s normal. But she’s still responding. That means there’s hope.*

A soft knock interrupted the quiet of the study door. Charlotte entered, carrying a warm glass of milk with care. She wore a silk nightgown that flowed gracefully over her gently rounded belly, the fabric shimmering softly in the dim light. Behind her, their son Nathan shuffled in, clad in cartoon pajamas, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Charlotte placed the glass gently on Sean’s desk, one hand lightly holding Nathan back.

“Sean, my father wants me to bring Nathan home for dinner tomorrow,” she said quietly.

Sean didn’t lift his gaze. He simply grunted in response.

“Fine,” he muttered.

Charlotte hesitated, a barely noticeable tension creeping into her voice as she added, “I think… he knows. About the divorce. And the pregnancy.”

Sean’s hand, which had been massaging his temple, froze mid-motion. His eyes snapped up, piercing her with a sharp, unreadable gaze.

“You told him?” he asked, voice low but edged with steel.

Charlotte shifted uneasily but didn’t back down.

“Even if I hadn’t said anything, they’d figure it out once I start showing. I can’t hide it from my parents forever.”

Sean’s body stiffened, a storm raging silently behind his furrowed brow.

After a tense moment, he reached for the intercom on his desk, his tone icy and commanding.

“Everyone. My study. Now.”

One by one, the household staff— butler, housekeepers, driver—assembled outside the study door, trembling. None of them had ever witnessed Sean in such a furious state.

His gaze swept over their anxious faces, then in one swift, sharp motion, he knocked the glass of milk off the desk. It shattered loudly on the floor, milk splattering in all directions.

“Next time anyone dares to talk trash behind my back, they’re finished!” His voice echoed through the villa, shaking its walls.

“Just get the fuck out!”